Avanin's palm slapped against his face with righteous fury. Avanin responded without sarcasm, "Alright, you stay here and with that time you figure out your own question." He doubted the bastard knew which direction to point his gun. "I'll be joining the squad that officer is absent from. We'll be walking; no vehicles. This way they won't know we're coming. Now, along the way don't complain and be quiet."

The officer staggered back and took a seat on the road and continued to count on his fingers. This time a few tears in his eyes. The others followed after in their groups.

---Static could be heard instead of music and a stern voices came over. "I need one piloting volunteer to aid in a mission into Resistance controlled lands. Contact me right away." The voice stopped and the static returned eventually going into music.

Zack finished cleaning a specific area and got out a radio as well as a few paints and a brush. "Zack Estrada reporting in, Ready to fly as commanded sir." He began to paint on the planes black surface as he spoke.

Zack set the paintbrushes down, disappointed, and proceeded to make ready with his jet. Once ready he got in the cockpit and fired up the engine. After buckling down his helmet he talked into the radio, "Coordinates sir?"